Once I pulled you toward me
In a breathless moment
Enveloping the sounds of struggle and joy
Feeling the twisting and winding of flesh
Do you remember that starless, moonless night?
How afterwards we talked but said nothing of importance.
I could hardly see the outline of your face
But I could sense your continence in the dark
You were, we were, exhausted and content.
Do you still wonder if I think of you?
I hold this wish, deep inside
Where memories cluster around
Singular moments of the divine
Another love
Another time.

When the wind blows it shakes their limbs
Each branch clasps tightly to its leaves
While deep down in the cold earth
The trees have pushed their roots togetherAttaching one to the other
Twisting and touching
As if little children huddling, hand in hand
for the safety found in the darkness
against a demon foe.

Don’t let go of what you believe
a hush of whispers chant to each of the trees –
There is always something coming
to try to shake you from your beliefs
to take you from your path –
Your thoughts torn to pieces
scattered to the winds –
if not standing with firm conviction
the tree will break,
lost forever to the unseen forces
that seek to claim it as their own.

Humanity is the tiny shoots
on an ancient tree –
with the promise of life
yet, not the guarantee.
Never give up, speaks one tree
turn to face the ugly facts –
Truth is dying all around
“Baal” is everywhere these days –
a demon god getting stronger
ignorance, depravity and greed –

Somewhere inside, you know this
Somewhere inside, you might fear the pain
Of standing up for a vision
A principle forged in perfection
then handed down through the ages.

It is my belief that the culture has changed – and not entirely for the better – that the darknesses pitch is looming and growing stronger and it is the wise warrior spirit that sees the signs and works to hold back the tides of evil. Baal is a deity from many different ancient cultures that represents materialism, greed, self-aggrandizement, sexual debauchery, weather and ignorance. Oh yes, Baal-zebub – the god of the flies. (What do flies generally appreciate? – dung and excrement). What do you worship? It is up to each of us to solidify our beliefs and stay as grounded as possible in these difficult times, for it is the roots that bury themselves deep in the ground and hold tight to the good earth, that will save the tree (of life) despite the harsh winds that may blow.